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Angel’s Spit
Oceans have lost their waves.
Salt are melting with the crest of mud.
Sky has sent a marble table.
Some locked bottles landed on the shore,
speechless Spirits locked inside are bewildered.
Angel spits on devils middle eye,
His devilish horns lashes on Angel’s wings
From there on, Satan turns to an Angel
Angels starts hooligating in the wind
Nowadays……. I sleep between Angel and Devil’s laps.
poem
by
Shakila Tuba
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